There's a tiny something perfect being lost on me
that cries my every tear, punctuates my every sentence
It's a gorgeous reality that won't let me rest
and it haunts me with its presence
because I've learned that it's nothing so beautiful

I'm asphyxiating on your eyes;
the only thing I can hear is the taste of your lips;
everything in view is the sound of your voice
and I still dont even know where you are

Every second bears reminders
that there's nothing to remember
and every moment with it brings
its own neatly giftwrapped nothing from you

You've been sending me postcards
while I've been writing you novels,
presenting me with stones
when I offer you the world

And between visions of you and gasping for breath
scenes are playing out before me:
A teeter-totter with a Child
on one side sunken to the ground
And nothing on the other side to lift Her up
Not a thing there from you
And Her disheartened, watching,
digging Her feet into the lifeless dirt
Waiting for a promised playmate
who's never going to come.